"Buzz..." Just when Muramasa Hiroichi was talking to Zen Master Miaozen, the katana in Muramasa Miaohua's hand suddenly roared like a dragon and a tiger, groaning, and it had a sharp aura, rushing up to the nine heavens. At the same time, it strangely absorbed the blood left on the neck of Muramasa Miaohua.

"This, this..." As soon as Muramasa Hiroshi looked at this strange phenomenon, his eyes almost came out.

You must know that the Ludao Muramasa family is also a famous sword-casting family within a radius of a hundred miles, and the classics brought out from the Abbe family are not inferior to those old sword-casting families at all, but no matter how much he wants to break his head, he never remembered that such a strange thing happened in the classics.

"This is the method of blood refining, God, I have finally seen the legendary method of blood refining." Zen Master Miaoshan squinted his eyes and roared excitedly with a hint of fear.

Others don't know the way, but he can know the way, and he once saw a record of the method of blood refining in an old book of the Nichiren sect, but it is a forbidden technique, and it is ominous to use.

The Nichiren sect was born from the Tendai sect from Nichiren Zen Master and took with him a large number of classics to enrich his collection, many of which were handed down from the Tendai sect in China, and recorded a lot of valuable historical materials.

Among them, the founder of Tiantai Sect, the wise master, once ignited Guan Yu's ghost in Jingzhou's Yuquan Mountain, and learned from him that when Zhang Fei was awarded the title of Xintinghou, he was in high spirits and ordered craftsmen to go to Chizhu Mountain Iron and cast a knife in Xintinghou. This new Tinghou knife was Zhang Fei's whim, with his own essence and blood quenching, its knife is extremely sharp, invincible on the battlefield, and has made great achievements, but this knife is destined to be unknown, Zhang Fei is to die under the new Tinghou, and then the master also died in the Xintinghou, and the ability of the master to defend is spread all over the world.

"This is the Myoho-Lotus Sutra." Muramasahiro looked at the lost Zen master Miaozen, stepped forward to pick up the katana, rubbed the lines on the sword, and said excitedly.

Good Mura Masarichi is also a sword-casting master-level figure, although busy with communication, the skills have declined a little, but at least the vision is still there, after Master Miaozen called the katana quenching method, he began to pay attention to this katana, a little cold between the blades, enough to show that it is a fastidious divine soldier, and more importantly, the peculiar pattern on the top attracted him.

"Huh?" Master Miaoshan's eyes couldn't help but cast over, when he saw the dense "Myoho-k-kyo-kyo" scriptures on the sword, his heart immediately struggled with a trace of greed, to be able to use the "Myoho-kyo" as a hundred patterns, it is simply a work of magic, non-human can do it.

"This, this, congratulations to the village chief, congratulations to the village chief for getting such a treasure, he will definitely become the treasure of the village family, and the future prosperity will start from the Hongyi donor." Zen Master Miaoshan said with a little cheeky smile.

Zen Master Miaoshan, who was just about to speak, suddenly remembered the legend about the new pavilion marquis, and couldn't help but excite Lingling to fight a cold war, and reluctantly glanced at the katana in Muramashiro's hand, and forcibly changed the words that came to his mouth.

"Huh? Guru? Muramasa asked tentatively.

Although this magic weapon is good, but under the behemoth of the Nichiren Sect, the Muramasa family is no different from ants, and it can be destroyed thousands of times with a slight movement of a finger, and the Muramasa family is not qualified to compete with the Nichiren Sect at all, not to mention that Zen Master Miaozen said it is a little weird, so he has to be cautious.

"Hehe, although the divine soldier is good, I still have to talk about a fateful word. This katana is the most important contribution that Sora Cicada has made for the family. Zen Master Miaoshan said with a wry smile, how can the katana that can appear as the treasure of the temple actually slip away in front of his eyes.

"Fate?" Muramasa Hiroshi looked at the katana in his hand with wide eyes, carefully looking for the fate of the divine soldier and the Muramasa family, but in the end, he still found nothing, and looked at Zen Master Miaozen with a blank eye.

"Look at the traces left by the empty cicadas." Zen Master Miao Shan pointed to a dragon head pattern on the handle of the knife and said.

It turned out that there were two small characters looming in the dragon's eye, which were the word Muramasa, and with the change of the angle of light, it became clear in the hands of Zen Master Miaozen.

"Master, this?" Muramasa Hongichi looked at Master Miaozen with some concern, but his heart had already blossomed, and it seemed that Chiba was still a member of the Muramasa family.

"Alas, luck, fate, the donor should do it himself, the water and land festival will be prepared for one or two, and the poor monk will leave." After speaking, Zen Master Miaoshan drifted away.

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People have no thousand days of good flowers and no hundred days of redness, and the Muramasa family has indeed been brilliant for a while since they got this Miaofa Muramasa, because there is this grandmaster-level Miaofa Muramasa pearl in front, and the princes of all sizes will go to the Muramasa family to order weapons, and they are all proud of owning the Muramasa knife.

There is an old saying in China that makes sense that the rich are not more than three generations, and the Muramasa family has to be passed down for three generations, the patriarch of the Muramasa family, another close to the grandmaster level in Japan, is using this wonderful method Muramasa to kill himself at home, since then the Muramasa knife has really become a unique sound, and the huge family has also fallen apart, and the Miaofa Muramasa has also lost the rivers and lakes, and it is also the target of competition in the Japanese rivers and lakes, especially in the Tokugawa shogunate's downfall movement.

"Miss, look at how this Myofa Village is." A tightly wrapped ninja asked Yuriko Ono who was watching a geisha performance with a mouthful of Myohomura.

"Well, it's not bad." Yuriko Ono elegantly took a sip of the sake in the jade cup, her delicate lips opened slightly, and she commented nonchalantly.

Yuriko Ono is the eldest lady of the Ono family, with supreme power, a bit similar to the role of Wu Zetian, but although the status of women in Japan is low, there have been a lot of female emperors and queens in Japanese history, and it is much easier for women to gain power than in China.

She didn't have any illusions about the Myofa Muramasa in the hands of the Koga-ryu ninja in front of her, the Muramasa family had made a lot of Myofa Muramasa, and the number of imitations of the blood refining Myofa Muramasa was also quite a lot, how could such a divine weapon blade be endured by a small Koga Stream.

"Miss Ono, this is not bad, this is the real Myo Muramasa who has been refined by blood." Seeing that Yuriko Ono was not interested at all, this Koga Shinobi was immediately anxious, but he did everything possible to get it, and gave it to Yuriko Ono on the order of the head of the family to consolidate the cooperative relationship between the two sides.

"I agree with Miaofa Muramasa, this is indeed a good quality Myofa Muramasa, and it is also from the hands of the Muramasa family, but is it really?" Yuriko Ono waved her hand and motioned for the geisha to go down, and looked at Koga with bright eyes, which was a pool of autumn water.

"This, this..." Koga looked at the autumn waves between Yuriko Ono's bright eyes, and suddenly became at a loss, but he still couldn't help but make a fool of himself after years of training.

He didn't know what to say, he was born in Jiaheliu, he had an innate ability, which allowed him to escape from many dangers, and it was through this ability that he found this treasure belonging to the Muramasa family, and he smelled cruel blood in the bones of this wonderful method Muramasa.

"Hehe, you go back, I know the thoughts of the head of the Jiahe family, don't worry, we will increase the financial resources, after all, it is a matter of mutual benefit, and I still know the priorities." Yuriko Ono was lying lazily on the tatami mat, even a wide kimono could not hide her beautiful figure, and her starry eyes were slightly closed with indescribable charm.

"Yes, yes." Looking at Yuriko Ono's charming appearance, the Koga-ryu ninja couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and fled in a hurry.

"Am I that terrible?" Yuriko Ono touched her beautiful face and couldn't help muttering.

Koga-ryu ninja doesn't know how terrible she is, but the title of Viper Rose is not called in vain, the more charming she is, the more fierce the desire to kill in her heart, and Koga-ryu ninja doesn't want to have too much contact with her.

"Is it really the Blood Refining Mystic Law Muramasa? The legendary hoodoo of Zen Master Miaoshan? Yuriko Ono played with the Myoho Muramasa in her hand, and her charming face returned to her former dignity.

Yuriko Ono couldn't see it, but she was convinced of the warnings left by her ancestors, and she had quietly investigated that the three generations of patriarchs of the Muramasa family had died under the sharp blade of the Miaofa Muramasa, and now she began to hesitate in the face of this ominous divine soldier.

"Forget it, let's ask Master Abbe to use the snow refining method to refine it, hoping to break that terrible curse, as for Kaga-ryu, let Iga-ryu deal with it." After a while, Yuriko Ono revealed a hint of charm again, and said a word to the darkness.

"Yes."